Sorcerer Supreme at Hogwarts (English Versión)

"Dementors, Time-Turners, and Blah Blah Blah"

Stephen walked through the train corridors, checking on the students alongside Penelope, a Ravenclaw student. Percy was dying of jealousy because he couldn't be with her, but Stephen didn't care much. Meanwhile, some girls kept giving him sweets, so his hands were full of snacks.

"Being a prefect isn't so bad," Stephen said to Penelope, offering her a candy.

She looked at him, somewhat tired.

"Stephen, you should take this more seriously," she said, though she still took the candy.

Suddenly, the train came to a stop, and the air grew cold and eerie. The windows began to freeze, scaring several nearby students.

"Hmm? Oh, right, that!" Stephen exclaimed, looking around.

"Alright, students, get inside your compartments and close the doors. Don't worry," Stephen said, signaling to Penelope.

"Penelope, did everyone practice the spell I sent over the holidays?" Stephen asked quickly.

"Yes. It's a bit complicated, but everyone can manage at least a few meters."

"Okay, that'll do. If you see something that scares you, use it without hesitation. Send messages to the others so they do the same. I'll go to the compartment that doesn't have one of our students," Stephen said rapidly.

"What? Is something bad coming?" Penelope asked nervously, glancing around.

"Relax, you're one of the best in the group. If anything happens, you can handle it, and the others will come to help," Stephen reassured her. She nodded, though she still looked a little unsure.

Stephen set off to check the compartments where he had no students capable of using eldritch magic for defense. He reached the third-year compartment, where he had suspected the source of trouble would be from the beginning. This was where the students who struggled the most with eldritch magic were.

When he arrived, he saw Neville, Ginny, and Luna entering a compartment in fear—Stephen assumed Harry was inside. At the other end of the hallway, a Dementor appeared without much warning and headed straight for them.

"Hmm. It went straight for them. Is it because it senses Harry's unusual soul or something else?" Stephen wondered, observing whether his students would react or freeze up as they usually did in dangerous situations.

The Dementor opened the compartment door and began sucking the spirit from Harry, who barely managed to cast the purification spell, but only a few inches away. Unable to attack Harry, the Dementor turned toward the others.

Just as it was about to strike, a hand grabbed it by the head and pulled it away.

"Well, much better than I expected, Harry. Though you still left a lot to be desired," Stephen said, holding the struggling Dementor as it writhed in his grip, trying to break free.

"Boss!"

"Stephen!"

Everyone stared in shock at the young man who had come to help them, while Harry wasn't sure whether he had been complimented or not—but he was relieved to see Stephen.

"That's a Dementor! They're supposed to be Azkaban's guards. What are they doing here?" Hermione asked while comforting Luna, who was pale and crying.

Seeing this, Stephen frowned, and without a word, crushed the Dementor's head with his glowing purification-infused hand. The creature dissipated into mist.

"Here, some students gave me candies and chocolates. They'll help lift your spirits," Stephen said, handing out the sweets and gently patting Luna's head to comfort her.

"How did you do that? Dementors aren't supposed to die," Ron said, astonished.

"It's the magic I gave you as homework, idiot. I see you didn't practice much," Stephen said, looking at Ron like he was a fool.

"You mean the magic that repels dark creatures like Inferi, vampires, and werewolves? In your message, you only said it would repel them," Hermione said, clearly grasping what he was referring to.

Stephen noticed the man in the compartment reacted strangely when "werewolf" was mentioned, and he recognized him. Stephen glanced at him for a second with a smile and gave him a casual greeting before responding to Hermione.

"Later, know-it-all," he replied, offering no further explanation since this wasn't the time or place for a lesson.

"I'll go speak with the conductor. I see you're in good hands," Lupin said before quickly leaving.

Meanwhile, Stephen received message alerts on his magicphone, so he quickly checked in case someone was in trouble. It seemed like everyone had done their job well. Maybe Penelope had gone a bit overboard, blowing up half a compartment, but no one was hurt since reinforcements arrived and helped her scare off the Dementor.

—Are you all okay? Or do you need me to stay? —Stephen asked kindly.

—We're fine, I'll take care of Luna —Ginny said, hugging her friend, who kept the parrot she had summoned on her shoulder, showing great concentration despite the situation.

"(Impressive. Should I teach her more summoning magic?)" Stephen thought as he observed Luna, though he quickly dismissed the idea. The summoning magic he knew could be dangerous, and he didn't want a hellish army running loose in the world.

After making sure everyone was okay, he left and checked on the other students along the way.

When they arrived at the school, everyone saw the Dementors lurking in the sky, especially some of them at the school's entrance, which frightened many. Ron helped a bit by telling how he supposedly faced one in the compartment alongside Stephen to destroy it forever. Not everyone believed him, so some asked others, as they knew these creatures were practically indestructible. When they confirmed it was true—except for the part where Ron helped—many were surprised and started approaching to walk alongside Stephen.

Thus, Stephen walked surrounded by a group of students until they entered the castle.

—Back off. The Dementors aren't going to enter the school —Stephen said, annoyed. While he didn't mind being surrounded, he preferred it not to be by the guys. The girls looked at them enviously and shouted, "Cowards!"

—Boss, why do I feel like the Dementors look strange? —Fred asked, looking at the sky.

—You say that as if you see them often, Fred —George mocked.

—Maybe they're upset because one of them died, something unusual in their existence. Don't bother with them; they're like cockroaches—they multiply in the dark and damp —Stephen said, unconcerned.

—Do you think the Minister will be upset? —Jordan asked.

—I don't care, but the one who will be upset is my grandmother. I want to see what the Minister says to defend himself —Stephen said with a smile.

Finally, they arrived at the Great Hall, where everyone took their seats to wait for the new students. Stephen no longer bothered much to pay attention, as he was sending messages under the table with his magicphone.

—Anything interesting, boss? —Fred said with a teasing smile.

—Good thing phones exist, and we don't have to send letters by owl —George chimed in sarcastically.

—Nothing. Just work —Stephen replied as calmly as possible to avoid giving them any leverage.

—Always so busy with work... —Or the park... —Or training... —Or dates... —Or love... —the twins said one after the other, trying to get a reaction from Stephen, who remained unfazed.

—I don't know what you're talking about, but the Headmaster is about to speak. Show some respect —Stephen said, forcing them to look at Dumbledore, though the twins continued smiling knowingly.

—"…I will now introduce you to the two new professors…" —Dumbledore announced.

While the Headmaster spoke, the twins whispered to Stephen:

—Fleur told us to keep watch so no girl gets close to you —Fred said with a mischievous smile—, or she'd kill you… and then us —George added, patting his shoulder and looking at him mockingly.

Finally, they saw a flicker of regret on Stephen's face, which made them burst into laughter, only to be interrupted by Professor McGonagall's stern gaze.

—Gotta say, now that she's calmer... —She's even scarier —they said before slipping away before Professor McGonagall lost her temper.

The next day, Stephen was called along with Hermione to McGonagall's office.

—Please, take a seat —the professor said as they arrived.

—Why did you call me, Professor? —Stephen asked, somewhat puzzled.

—Mr. Flamel, as you can see, Miss Granger has selected all the optional subjects —McGonagall explained.

—Oh, that must be exhausting —Stephen said, looking at Hermione in surprise.

—The thing is, normally, Hogwarts provides Time-Turners to good students like Hermione so they can meet their responsibilities, but I'm afraid that won't be possible this year —McGonagall explained.

—And why is that, Professor? —Hermione asked.

—Well, it seems that Time-Turners no longer work —McGonagall replied with some regret.

Stephen heard this, and though he tried to hide it, a smile threatened to escape his lips.

—If they don't work, can't they make new ones? —Hermione asked, confused.

—They've tried, but every time one is used, it simply stops working, as if something is preventing it —the professor explained.

—How strange —Stephen said, trying to sound surprised. Hermione, however, looked at him with some suspicion.

—So, I called you, Mr. Flamel, because since your third year, you've maintained a perfect score in all subjects. I was wondering if you could help Miss Granger. As I understand, she's part of your study group.

—Of course, it's easy. I'll take care of it —Stephen replied with a smile.

—Perfect, then you two can catch up —McGonagall said, satisfied. Though she had a small doubt, she trusted Stephen, especially since it had been a while since he last got into trouble.

Thus, the meeting ended, and both bid farewell to the professor.

—You know what happened to the Time-Turners, don't you? —Hermione asked as they walked.

—What makes you think that? —Stephen replied without looking at her.

—At the movies, when we went with everyone, every time they talked about time travel, you made a weird face. We all noticed. And now, when Professor McGonagall mentioned the Time-Turners, you didn't even change your expression —Hermione said, analyzing him.

Stephen suddenly stopped and looked her in the eyes for a few seconds. Then, he ruffled her hair and kept walking as if nothing had happened.

—Come on, I'll teach you astral, illumination, and memory magic —Stephen said calmly, changing the subject.

—Astral magic? I understand illumination and memory, but… how does turning into a ghost help you? —Hermione asked, setting aside the previous topic after realizing she wouldn't get any more answers from Stephen.

—Because when you're a ghost, your body rests, and you can study as much as you want —he explained casually.

—I see… And what will you do about attendance? —Hermione asked again, quickening her pace to catch up with Stephen.

—Clones or illusions, your choice —he sighed. I'm starting to regret this.

As they continued walking, Hermione kept firing off questions one after another.

—So, clones share information, but illusions don't?

—More or less. When they merge back, they give you a summary. Illusions are just that—illusions.

—With one, technically, you're present; with the other, not so much…

Before Hermione could finish her explanation, Stephen suddenly stopped, causing her to bump into his back.

—W-what are you doing? —Hermione murmured, struggling to speak as Stephen stretched her cheeks.

—If you don't stop asking questions, I'll throw you to the twins and let them teach you illusions. They're good at them. Is that what you want? —Stephen said seriously, still pulling on Hermione's face.

Hearing that, Hermione quickly shook her head as best she could.

—Good. Now, follow me to the Gryffindor common room so you can leave your body behind and study endlessly in ghost form —Stephen said, finally letting go of her cheeks. Hermione nodded quickly, ready to keep up with him.

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